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Derek laughed at that. “Well, I guess we’ll have to have a standing bet if that happens. “My team wins I get you for whatever I want that night and vice versa…no holds barred.” He licked his lips and played with Peter’s hair. Yeah, maybe he wasn’t a classic romantic but he know how to get Derek going. “I’d love to.” He said, sinking to the floor between Peter’s legs and gesturing for him to turn around and face the counter. “If I ever say no to this assume I’ve gone mad.”
“I’ll take that bet, every time.” Derek looked so cute down on his knees and Peter couldn’t resist pressing his bulge against the boy’s baby face before complying. Peter turned around and let his sweatpants drop to the floor. The straps on his jock framed his ass nicely and as he bent over the counter the fat cheeks spread slightly. He noticed a water ring on the counter that he didn’t remember making and smiled, knowing Derek must have made it. He was treating the place like a home. Their home not just Peter’s.












